i am what my monsters see me as;
this bed swallowed my feet.
roars lap at my ears as seconds pass;
insomnia begins to take a seat.
my eyelids are midnight curtains,
that the killer entombs himself within.
Mister Reality behind illusory drapes, uncertain,
a whimsical gust of wind is all needed for him.
i glued my sullen eyelids to a close,
hoping to escape this quaking ground;
let the sun fall like a petal from a rose,
hope reality will never be found.
avoidance, the path that my trembling feet find,
molded the monsters to shadows within my mind.
Dec 20, 2013
Dec 20, 2013 at 10:33 PM UTC
i am what my monsters see me as;
this bed swallowed my feet.
roars lap at my ears as seconds pass;
insomnia begins to take a seat.
my eyelids are midnight curtains,
that the killer entombs himself within.
Mister Reality behind illusory drapes, uncertain,
a whimsical gust of wind is all needed for him.
i glued my sullen eyelids to a close,
hoping to escape this quaking ground;
let the sun fall like a petal from a rose,
hope reality will never be found.
avoidance, the path that my trembling feet find,
molded the monsters to shadows within my mind.
